19. Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
I Might Lose My Sanity Today
Kaden
D inner. That’s all I’ve committed to, nothing more.
Keep telling yourself that.
Why can’t I have dinner with him? There’s no reason why we can’t be friends. Just because you sucked some guy’s dick doesn’t mean you can’t be friends with him. I’ve fucked around with Ender in the past and he’s still in the inner circle. It’s fine. Everything’s fine.
I finish my end of day tasks in a hurry. Leaving my office a few minutes past 4:30 p.m., I walk out to the lobby to make sure Kelsey doesn’t need anything else from me. I find her peering at me with a grin.
“I’m going to head out a little early, you good to handle closing up when everyone leaves?” I ask her with questioning eyes.
Her eyes bounce from me to the waiting room then back to me, her grin widening as it returns. I glance towards the waiting room and find Luke looking like a giant sitting in a chair, staring at his phone.
“Yes, Dr. Parker. I’m all set. Have a nice night!” She’s way too excited for me to leave with Luke. Ms. Nosy Body thinks this is more than what it really is, dinner, with a friend. That’s it. I remind myself to cancel that birthday present.
Stop it, Kaden.
Luke’s head pops up when he hears Kelsey say my name. He flashes that perfect smile at me, and his bright eyes fixate on mine causing the tiniest whimper to leave my mouth.
My hand flies to my mouth while I swing my head towards Kelsey to see if she noticed. My ears burn like fire when I see her beaming with enthusiasm. It’s as if she’s in on the bet with Lanie and Faith.
Shaking my head, “Goodnight, Kelsey.”
“Goodnight, Dr. Parker,” Kelsey replies more formally this time.
Luke stands and joins me walking towards the door. I can’t help appreciating how well his black short sleeve Henley forms around his muscular chest and biceps. The faded jeans he’s wearing are as snug, looking like they were painted on. Though I can’t see his ass as he walks beside me, I remember the ample hardened curves under my hands that night in the stall. I see why Courtney was overheated. My gut twists at the thought.
“Do you mind if I drive?” He asks, opening the door for me. The soft whoosh of warm air that comes through the door is evidence of the inconsistent weather in North Carolina during the winter months. Leave the house with a jacket on, come home with it over your shoulder.
I nod, saying, “That’s fine. Can we stop by my place so I can change out of my scrubs?”
“You look good in scrubs, but whatever you’re more comfortable in.”
I struggle not to react to the twists that have now turned into fluttering.
Before the door can fully close behind us, I hear a cheerful voice from inside, “Have a nice evening, Mr. Stonewood.”
I swear, I’m firing her tomorrow.
No, you’re not.
Luke chuckles and gives a slight wave through the glass window. “She’s a little invested in how you spend your personal time, huh?”
“She’s harmless. As much as I’d like to fire her at the moment, I know she cares enough to want me to be happy.”
“Are you not happy?” His quizzical eyes meet mine as we get to his Jeep Wrangler, opening the passenger door for me.
I look at his hand holding the door, then back to his face. “Do you always open car doors for your male friends, Luke?”
“Do you always avoid answering questions that make you uncomfortable?” He challenges me, with a smirk.
“Now look who’s avoiding questions.” My retort merits a laugh from Luke. He doesn’t let go of the door. I give in and gracefully take my seat, letting him close the door for me.
The door gets halfway closed when Luke leans his head in near my ear, “Only male friends who have had their mouth around my cock.” I can still feel his warm breath against my skin as he closes the door, my mouth agape.
Dear Goddesses, please help me get through this night without ripping this man’s clothes off.
After Luke plugs my address into his Jeep’s GPS, we’re silent on the drive to my apartment. Not necessarily uncomfortably, but my brain is still reeling on the events this afternoon thus far.
Luke showing up was the last thing on my radar for the day. I can’t say I’m disappointed in the least. I’ve been miserable the past month. To my chagrin, he hadn’t attempted to contact me. Now that he’s here I actually have to decide what I want out of this…thing between us. Can I be friends with him and not get distracted by how fucking much I want him? The immeasurable compulsions I’m having to strip this man bare, bend him over, repeatedly ramming my cock into his ass until he can’t sit for days, has me thinking it’s not possible.
My breath hitches at the visuals flashing through my mind. Heat swarms to the nape of my neck.
“That’s a lot of thinking going on over there. Anything fun?” Luke smirks as if knowing where my mind has roamed off to in the silence.
“Uh, nothing. I remembered I forgot to lock my office door.”
“You sure? You look a little red in the face. Do you need some air? You can roll down your window if you’re hot,” he asks, feigning concern.
“I’m fine, Luke. I’m not hot, don’t worry.”
“I beg to differ,” Luke mumbles as we pull up to my building. I ignore his quip for my own good.
“It’ll only take me a few minutes to change.” The engine shuts down. I turn to see him unbuckling his seatbelt, grabbing the door handle to push it open.
“Where are you going?”
“In.side.to.wait.for.you.to.fin.ish.chang.ing,” Luke slowly annunciates each syllable, brows scrunched in confusion.
“No!” I blurt out instinctively. There’s no way I can have this man alone in my apartment with me right now, especially while I have to take my clothes off to change. Talk about self-sabotage!
“Stay. Don’t move,” I tell him, pointing my finger at his seat as to reinforce my instructions.
The cheeky bastard looks me dead in the eyes and woofs like a dog, “Yes, sir.”
I feel my nostrils flare as my cock twitches to life from the imagery his words thrusted upon me unexpectedly.
“Or do you prefer, yes, daddy?”
He’s trying to fucking kill us and we haven’t even eaten dinner yet.
“No.” I turn away and leave his Jeep without another word, hearing him chuckle as I close the door. If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll stay right the fuck there.
I wonder if I have enough time to make myself come in the shower and get dressed before he thinks I ditched him and leaves.
If you don’t do it, he’ll be in your bed pounding you into the mattress by the end of the night.
Jury is still out on which option is the ‘least likely to break Kaden’s heart.’